Revenge comes to those who wait.
- My Mom
When I ran an after-school program in a small New York state town, there was this librarian.
She had hair like a helmet and complained vocally when her biblical quote was taken down from the library’s walls…or as she put it, HER library’s walls.
I asked if my after-school program could have some access to her library and she said, “Fine, you can use my library but you can’t play those games.”
“What games?” I asked.
Her eyes narrowed. “The ones I don’t like.”
I didn’t push it. I didn’t want her to specify. I didn’t want to hear it.
On my entrance essay, I cited her, not by name but in talking about my many jobs in the past five years, the ones on my resume, I said that I forged a strong relationship with the school library. Yeah, I effin’ dare ya to call me a liar.
And when I am a school librarian, kids will play THOSE games in the library after-school. Hell yes, they will.
I hope somehow her helmet hair somehow will pick up my geek vibes and know that she helped put me in charge of a public school’s library (if that is what I end up doing with the degree after all).